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Harry when thinking. (Has been changed because of constant complaints, will be changed in the former chapters as well.)

"Everybody when speaking".

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Previously in Changes:

When Harry and Kay came to work the next Wednesday, they were met with a horrible sight. Kay grabbed his younger twin by the arm and squeezed it hard, painfully so.

"Is that a 6 foot tall pasteboard figure?" he asked, scared stiff.

"Yes."

"In the largest window of our gym for all to see?" Kay questioned slowly.

"It would seem so."

"Of us?" he spoke quietly, afraid of the answer.

"Indeed."

"Posting in tight and tiny shorts?" the elder of the two whimpered and tried to spare his virgin eyes from the sight.

"I'm afraid so…" Harry rubbed Kay's suddenly stiff shoulders. He looked over to the huge eye-catching figure and gave a wry smile.

"Well, at least we're not bending over…much…"

Chapter 8: Ah, dark elves…..how to describe them..?

The two weeks following the pasteboard figure from hell episode and the brochure that went with it had been… well, hectic was a frequently used word to describe it. Mr. Harmon's business idea had worked just the way he had wanted it to, even exceeding his initial expectations. The public had gone wild when they had seen the brochure, and the trainers they could get up and personal with. 'The possibilities are endless and the hunks are many at Breathless': That was the word amongst teens, forty-year-old women, closet cases and single women and men of all ages. The twins and Breathless were hot news. They were simply hot!

And 'hot' was the word indeed! The twins and the other trainers at Breathless had never been so busy as they were after that single incident. The gym had been turned on its head and rattled around somewhat horrible, like a leaf in a hurricane. Things were changing at a tremendous speed and no one liked it more than the boss.

Mr. Harmon was enjoying himself, yes indeed! Not a minute went by that the gym's employees didn't spot their boss grinning like the devil himself. The brochure and the upgrading of his gym had "brought in the big bucks," as the Americans liked to say. The gym's income had shot up like a rocket ever since the new brochure had been published. New customers were signing up left and right for long-term memberships, ranging from a one-year contract with personal trainers upwards.

But Mr. Harmon hadn't stopped there. While he waited for the brochures to take effect, he had set up an Internet site for the gym. The site was much like a digital version of the brochure with pictures, ways to contact the gym, and forms to fill out for memberships. You could even talk to the two most popular personal trainers, the Validus Brothers, a.k.a the Twins, once a week online. Well, at least that was what the customers thought anyway. It wasn't the twins they were talking to, of course; it was Mr. Harmon himself who answered all the questions. He hadn't even told his darling twins the news about the new Internet site yet. No need to worry them about such small things, after all; they had more than enough things to do as it was already.

Mr. Harmon didn't know if the twins had quite grasped their positions within the gym yet. They were the stars, the most popular personal trainers, with a long waiting list. There were even famous b-movie stars on that list. The twins were hot shit right now, and whereas the news terrified the boys, it made their boss a very, very happy camper.

"This is getting out of control, Kay…if one more middle-aged woman pinches me in the ass, or one more clan of teenage girls gang up on me and try to giggle me to death, I'll bite their fucking heads off. I don't care what happens to me afterwards; let them send me to jail, suspend me from work. I don't care! I can't take this kind of harassment!" Harry ended his rant with his hands pointing upwards to the skies in an openly pleading gesture. Even during the rant, he had made a remarkable impression of frantic housewife angst-ing about her husband's things littered all over the house.

Kay only raised a delicate eyebrow and admired the cute image of the half-dark elf, half-vampire ranting about sexual harassment on the job. "You quite done?"

Harry looked over at his brother and slumped down in defeat; that hadn't really been the reaction he had hoped for.

"Yes…"

"Good." Kay smiled as his younger twin pouted over his cruel fate as a handsome and sought after personal trainer. "Because we have another double hour with a client who's paying for the both of us. Mrs. Olsen, pretty thirty something blond with a rich judge as a husband, do you remember her?"

"The desperate blondie who used the last training session to feel you up and complain about her boring and fat husband; that Mrs. Olsen?" Harry grinned devilishly, enjoying Kay's discomfort.

Kay shuddered and cringed; it was very difficult to be positive and try to repress one's bad memories when Harry was around.

"Yeah, that one, but there are two of us there this time, so it won't be too bad. Besides, at least she's good looking. Not like that chick you got the other day; the one with the saggy breasts who tried to shove her tongue down your throat? You remember her, don't you? Ah, yes, the frantic Miss Cornberry," Kay grinned cheekily back at Harry.

"Don't remind me," Harry snapped at his brother. "I had finally managed to repress that horrible incident, thank you very much, asshole!"

Kay's laughter could be heard all the way into training room 15 where the ever-charming Mrs. Olsen was waiting for her two delicious boys.

Employee's resting room, Breathless

A sweaty, tired Harry sank down into one of the many soft sofas in the employers resting room. "Does anyone have some salted nuts (1) or fruit, or any snacks at all?" he asked, his best beaten-puppy act turned on to maximum.

Sofie, the Harry-loving 23 year old personal trainer, looked up from her tea and smiled sweetly at the adorable picture in front of her. Harry was just too cute!

She left her tea to die a slow and lonely death and walked over to Harry where she placed herself onto his lap and snuggled into his firm chest. Sweaty t-shirt? Who cared?! This was Harry, her cute, adorable and sexy Harry!

"Oh, my poor, poor baby! Are you feeling down, under the weather, burnt-out? " Sofie asked as she rubbed circles on his chest with her fingertips. Harry, still in the middle of his beaten puppy act, soaked up the sympathy.

"It's horrible Sofie, absolutely terrible. I don't know what to do. The pinching, the giggling, the touching, the groping, the flirting, the harassment, I want it all to stop! I can't take it anymore! Why, just now, my fifty year old client used his entire session asking me to show him a specific workout position for no other reason than so that he could stare at my ass as I bent over! Only four out of my ten clients are serious about the workout; the majority of them are only serious about my body bent and stretched in certain ways!"

Sofie answered him by grabbing a bowl from the kitchenette bench and starting to feed him with small seed-free grapes while stroking his hair. "How terrible they are towards you baby. My sweet, sweet baby. Here, have some more grapes. That's it, eat to your heart's content."

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And that was the scene Kay walked in on; Harry moping around, sucking up all the pity he could get, and Sofie, the Harry-groupie, giving it to him, delighted to have him all to herself. Together, they made a perfect combination of angst and horniness.

"Moaning about sexual harassment again, Harry?" Kay asked tiredly as he went about making himself some tea. He had a real urge for Earl Grey right about now; the day had been a long and horrid one. He understood Harry and his moaning; he really did. He was just as tired of the groping and the not-so-discreet flirting and feel-ups. He was just a bit more tactful about the complaints than Harry, the spoiled elf. It was probably the part where Harry really didn't have anything to say that irked the youngest twin; they were their clients, and paying for their services. And that didn't go down too well with the little hybrid.

"It's hardly moaning," Harry disagreed. "Sofie asked me why I looked like I had been gangbanged by horny clients and I gave her an answer, simple as that. Do I look like I would come in here for no other purpose than to soak up some pity and get free snacks? I think not!" Harry said with a huff and sucked on another small juice grape that Sofie placed between his pouting and puffed up lips. Said Harry-lover wasn't paying much attention, it seemed; she was staring dazzlingly at her boy toy's red lips as they sucked up all the grapes she kept shoving into that delicious mouth.

"Hn."(1) Was the comment from Harry's tea drinking second half. Kay set his back against the small kitchenette bench and shook his head. He wasn't too happy with the current situation right now, either. Just half an hour ago, his only male client for this week had grabbed his ass as he walked out from their session and insisted on a date next Saturday.

"You know what, Harry love? I would think that now would be as good a time as any to visit those relatives of yours up north of Newcastle."

Harry twisted his head so that Sofie's stroking hand could reach behind his ears and down his neck.

"Relatives..? Newcastle? I think the grapes are starting to break down my brain. I'm not sure I know who you're talking about, so why don't you humour me?"

Kay kept drinking his tea and looked over to where Harry was sprawled all over the sofa like a bloody king, the asshole….

"Hn, oh I'm sure you remember quite well. You know, those cheeky relatives of yours with abnormally good memory…your uncle Narcissus, tall, dark and handsome, ring any bells?"

Harry, finally realising what Kay was on about, gasped and smiled brilliantly at Kay. This was great news, the best news ever. He could get away for a week and actually having a good reason for his absence. Training and meeting the other half of his relatives was important, and it would have to happen before he returned to Hogwarts. Any later and the dark elves would find themselves offended, since he was half theirs too. He had actually been a dark elf originally. The vampire part was only an accident, and if it hadn't been for that fateful night some weeks ago, Harry would be a pure dark elf. Well, as pure as you could get with human parents.

Ah, what perfect timing, just as I'm crawling up the walls from frustration, I'll get sent on a 'get-to-know' trip to some caves up north of Newcastle. There won't be any ugly and sweaty clients there, just me and dozens of sexy, friendly and horny elves, kukuku.

"Ah, yes, that's an excellent idea! I had nearly forgotten my promise to visit dear old uncle Narc. I'll let Argus know I'm leaving tomorrow, and you can let Mr. Harmon know he'll be short one twin for a week." Harry grinned at Kay, who looked ready to do anything else that didn't involve being the one to inform their boss of Harry's escape plan. He really wished he could go with him, but it wasn't his place to demand that. The vampires and dark elves were allies, but a pure vampire had no place in their caves, even if he had connections with their newest member. Besides, Mr. Harmon would really have kittens if they both left at the same time.

"Alright, I'll tell him, but you owe me big time, Harry. You're in debt to me now, lover boy. I'll claim my prize when you come back."

"Deal!"

Library, the Validus manor

"So you're ready for your visit to the elves, are you?" Argus inquired as Harry cornered him in the library later that day.

"Yep, couldn't be more ready," Harry replied cheerfully. "It'll be good to finally master my elfin magic and get to know the other half of my heritage."

Argus gave his youngest son a stern glance, but nevertheless nodded his agreement. "Alright, but you will behave yourself while you're with them. If I so much as hear one word about you and some daughters of their elders I'll be on your ass faster than you can say 'shit'!"

Train to Newcastle from London

Harry was to take the train to Newcastle, where he would be picked up by some unknown party. Probably one of Narcissus' lapdogs. The trip itself was boring, but Harry had snatched Kay's beloved ipod so he wasn't climbing the walls yet. The other people in his train car were no fun; old, mean looking grannies, and businessmen with too-high blood pressure and no sex life.

The trip was a fairly quick one, and Harry found himself waiting for his pickup just past five in the afternoon. Bored out of his mind by now - he wasn't the most patient person around- he used his time to make unsolvable tangles out of Kay's headset. Damn it! What's taking so long? I knew I should have fought more to get Frederic to join me; I would like some warm blood and a pretty face to look at while I'm waiting here in this godforsaken station…

Just as that thought went through his mind and he was contemplating whether or not he should try to drain someone by Psychic vampirism, he showed up. Now we're talking!

The guy was just what you would expect a dark elf to look like: solid black hair, brown eyes, elongated and pointy ears, a slim and elegant figure, strong cheek bones and jaw, de-pigmented and spotless skin, just over six feet tall, 150 lbs, and frighteningly beautiful, like a dark abnormality of a Scandinavian man.

Harry watched, soaking it all up as the man glided towards him, ignoring everyone around them. Definitely worth the wait…

"Ah, you must be the hybrid. Harry, was it?" He had stopped a good foot in front of Harry, looking him up and down as well; after all, it wasn't everyday you got to meet a half vampire, half dark elf hybrid.

Even his voice makes my skin tingle! God I hope all the elves are like this one I might just not want to leave again if that's the case

"Of course, charmed. And who might you be? I'm assuming Narcissus sent you." Harry tried to play it cool until he knew where he stood with this guy. Didn't the book Argus had given him state that it usually took a grand act for people to trust a dark elf? But then again, I'm a dark elf as well…

"You assumed correctly, and I'm Thomas, Thomas Evide, pleased to make your acquaintance. Now, if you would, I have a car waiting for us outside the main doors. We should arrive at the Cave in forty minutes."

Narcissus' place, the Cave

"You arrived alive and well I see. I'm quite pleased."

After the ride to the huge caving system where the dark elves lived, called simply the Cave by its inhabitants, Thomas brought Harry directly to Narcissus. The older elf had his own 'house' within the system, on the upper floors. Two floors down you could find the main floors, the public floors where everyone meet and stayed during the day. It was like a small town down there with shops, schools and dinners. But most elves worked part time or full time in the outside world, they had to get money from somewhere, though the young and elderly stayed within the Cave at all times.

Narcissus was sitting at a desk looking over some documents when Thomas entered the room, followed closely by Harry, but he stood to greet his guest as soon as he saw him. He was just like Harry remembered him to be; tall, dark and handsome. Dark brown hair reached down to his shoulders, and long bangs brushed the top of equally dark brown eyes, shot through with sparks of gold. Pale skin that appeared light and spotless, elongated and pointy ears, and very evident cheekbones and jaw completed the picture perfect dark elf.

"I'm as well as can be, thank you. Thomas was pleasant company and answered all my questions about the dark elves as we drove from town." Harry nodded towards said man and smiled brilliantly at him. The two of them had hit it off right away after they jumped into the waiting car. Thomas was interested in the differences between vampire and dark elf culture, and Harry wanted to know about dark elves in general. And what he didn't learn from Thomas, he was sure he would learn from Narcissus.

And there was a lot to learn, including tradition, culture, custom, history, art, technology, magic and beliefs. Argus had insisted that he learned as much as possible while he was there. He only had five days, after all. He had to be back at work by Monday; Mr. Harmon refused to give one of his money makers more than three days off. The boss also argued that Harry should work as often as he could since he would leave for school soon anyway.

"Lovely, lovely! Well, I'm sure you're a bit tired from all this travelling. Why don't we show you where you will be staying while you're here?" Narcissus asked pleasantly as he walked towards them and opened the door leading out of his house and down to the apartment floor right under them.

"I won't be staying here with you? Thomas' place, then?" Harry wondered; he hadn't expected that one. Narcissus and now Thomas were the only elves he knew so far, so it was only obvious to him that he should stay with one of them.

"Oh heavens, no! Why would any of us want a teen like you hanging around? We have private lives, you know. You'll be bunking with some the other young adults of this Cave." Narcissus smiled at his gobsmacked expression while Thomas just grinned as his superior teased their newest member. He was in for a culture shock.

"Oh, okay." Harry didn't know what to say to that. "Several others my age, you say? Well, I assume the room is fairly larger than your room then."

If possible, the bastard smiled even wider. "No, not really, it's quite small actually, but very cosy."

"Oh, eh okay..?" Just go with the flow Harry, go with the fucking flow. Just don't drown while you're at it...

Harry's provisional apartment, the Cave

"This is a joke, right? You're just polling my leg, right!?"

"No, we're quite serious."

"But there is only one bed!"

"But it's fairly large. It's been tested, and it fits ten people easily."

"Ten people lying tangled with each other!"

"I fail to see your point. This is how we do things, Mister Bloodsucker. It's our custom for the young and unmated to sleep and keep each other warm at night. It can become quite cold in these caves at night. And since you're here to learn our way of living, you will live the way we live for the next five days." The eldest of the three stated firmly while Harry kept gaping at the huge but lonely bed in the 10 by 10 room with two doors leading to a kitchenette and bathroom.

"I..I, but…!"

"I'm sure you'll change your mind later on, Harry. It can be quite the experience, and it's not like none of the youngsters aren't drop dead gorgeous in the eyes of the humans. I myself love the nights with my friends and family; I'm unmated myself, you know," Thomas put in.

Harry tore his eyes away from the bed and looked towards his pickup. "You sleep like this every night? Well, then I'm sure I'll survive five days." But those elves better be good looking or I'm kicking them out. I will not have any repeat accidents from the gym. I went here to get away from sexual harassment. Now, sexual harassment from beautiful people I can stand, it's the old and ugly people I've got an issue with. I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with Thomas though. I just might accidentally place my hands where they shouldn't be while I tossed and turned from a nightmare. Surely, no one would blame me, even if my hands ended up in unusual positions, which, of course, they couldn't do, since I'm new to this, after all. Kukuku.

"Good good, now just drop your things off here, then let's go down to the town to get something to eat before we have to meet the elders. They wanted to see you right away of course, but I insisted we get to calm down a bit and get something to eat before they got their claws in you. Their questions will bore you to death before the day is over, I'm sure, so it's best to eat before that. I will escort you back to your room afterwards."

They left the room and walked down some stairs and corridors, going down yet another floor.

"Oh, and Harry, you can let go of the glamour trick now. You're free to be yourself in the Cave; there are no petty humans here to scream over a couple of fangs and pointy ears." Narcissus grinned, and Harry grinned back as he let his human glamour go, once again showing off smooth pale porcelain skin and bright yet dark green eyes with black spots. Hair that had lost its brownish tones and was now pure black and silky smooth reached down to his shoulders and framed his face with gentle curls (think Lestat's curls in queen of the damned). He also bore slightly long and sharp nails, full red lips with fangs poking out, and evident pointy ears and a strong jaw.

A restaurant in town, the Cave

The three found a nice restaurant down in the town and ordered a light dinner. Harry noted with relief that the food was basically the same as any human would eat, with the exception of sweet foods, of course; the spicy foods were the most popular and plentiful. The drinks were also regular looking, so no unpleasant surprises there, thank Hades.

Narcissus had been sending the hybrid small glances all though dinner. When he thought about it, the boy didn't look too well.

"You seem a bit more tired than you should be after your trip here Harry, are you feeling well?" he finally asked.

Harry looked over at him. Actually, he hadn't been feeling too well the past hour or so; he was unusually tired, and he hadn't even worked half a shift today. Then he remembered. It's been what, two-three days since I last had some blood? With all the working I've been doing lately I should probably try to get some blood every other day at least

"I'm quite well, thank you. I just haven't had any blood these last days. I enjoy a mouthful of blood once in a while, but I need blood a couple of times a week to build up my strength. Blood makes me stronger magically, physically, and mentally, so when I'm very active like I've been lately, my need for blood rises."

"Oh, you should have informed us. We aren't used to bloodlust, after all. It's true that we enjoy the taste of blood once in a while, but here blood is placed in the alcohol category, so only elves of age are allowed any. You won't find any blood here at this restaurant, though. There are special blood bars around here we can go to, but they only open after ten in the evening, I'm afraid. I'm sorry, I should have thought about that."

Harry only waved away Narcissus' apologies. "You're hardly to blame. I came here on very short notice, and I should have informed you before. After all, I know more about bloodlust than you, seeing as that I'm the vampire here."

Thomas was watching as Harry seemed to slump a bit more in his chair. "If it's all the same to you, I could be your donor while you're with us. I don't mind. I don't have a physically demanding job and I don't have a mate, so it's no problem for me."

Harry smiled, a bit relieved to have solved this slight problem already. "That would be great, thank you, Thomas."

"Do you want some now? Can it be done here?"

"If you don't mind, then yes, I would like some now. I'll drink from your wrist so we can do it here without making a big fuss out of it." Harry smiled back; he had a feeling that Thomas was both a bit frightened and excited about the whole deal.

"Okay," the elf gave him his left arm, not wanting to risk possible injury to his writing hand. "Will it hurt?"

"It will just sting at first when I break the skin, but I've been told it's not unpleasant. I'm quite looking forward to this myself, I've never tasted dark elfin blood before." Harry wasn't even looking at his newly found donor as he said that; he was rolling up his sleeve, freeing the arm of its prison. His entire focus was fixed on the warm blood that pumped through the wrist under the delicate pale skin of the elf. The blood was calling him, teasing him, wanting to dance and slide down his throat.

Maybe it isn't so smart to wait so long between feedings if I'm starting to hallucinate, and giving the blood a soul of its own.

But such thoughts where also ignored as he let his vampire instinct take over and started the feeding by wetting the area where he planed to penetrate the skin. His elfin company were unmoving as both of them were watching with excitement and awe at the desirable image in front of them. Who would have thought a simple feeding could be so sinfully erotic?

They gasped unanimously as Harry bit down on Thomas' wrist and moaned deeply in his throat from the taste of the rich blood, and the immediate sating of his thirst.

Oh God, this is so good! Hmm, Hades I could really get used to this! It's deliciously spicy and rich.

It was hard for Harry not to moan like a whore in heat while he drank his fill, especially when he heard Thomas and even Narcissus joining in.

Okay Harry, this is a restaurant…you're in a public eating place. You're the newest member of the Cave, it will not do you any good to continue like this. Pull yourself together man, where is your self-discipline?

With much difficulty, Harry sucked up his last mouthful of blood, slowly removed his fangs from the wrist, and started to lick the wound closed with long, careful draws of his tongue.

"Delicious…" He murmured as he licked Thomas' wrist clean from dark elfin blood and spit, and kissed the delicate skin around the fading wound. "Just absolutely delicious…"

Harry pulled back with a satisfied grin and placed Thomas' arm in his lap, as Thomas himself was too dazed and lightheaded to do anything other than stare in fascination at the half vampire before him. That had been a fantastic experience. He would never have thought he would enjoy that just as much as the feeder obviously did. Sure it stung a bit at first, but when Harry had started to suck and massage the surrounding skin with his tongue….!

"Wow, that was, that was…..!" Thomas couldn't quite get the words out, and Narcissus was just staring at them with his mouth slightly open, totally engrossed in the scene before him. Sure he had seen a feeding before, but never up close like that, and never between two gorgeous young men like Harry and Thomas. He wouldn't mind doing this again. Maybe he should feed Harry some cocked up rule that said he personally had to supervise all the feedings inside the Cave for security reasons…?

Harry grinned at Thomas' star stuck expression while he licked his lips and teeth clean, trying to get any drops of blood that might have escaped him.

"That was what? Marvelous, fantastic, brilliant, mind blowing?" he offered.

Thomas seemed to shake and nod his head at the same time. "No..well, yes, but..but that felt just like a blowjob!"

"Oh!?" Harry found himself gaping a bit, but soon plastered on a shit-eating grin. "Well, I haven't heard that one before, but I'm glad you liked it so much, since I'll need to feed at least every other day, and you are my only donor so far!"

Elders meeting hall, the Cave

"Welcome to the Cave, Mr. Validus Potter."

Harry was standing before seven men. Their ages varied, and while they looked to be around thirty-five to sixty-five, their true ages were hard to tell. After all, dark elves tended to live longer than vampires, aging pretty much the same way: Aging normally until twenty-five, then aging only five years for every thirty that they lived.

They were clearly the elders of the Cave, the leaders and lawmakers, the oldest and wisest of the dark elves in the Cave. They were all dressed in snugly fitting light brown robes embroidered with gold symbols and lines, which reached down far beyond their feet. They bore them with pride and authority, clearly comfortable with their position within the Cave. The elders sat on tall, sleek, purely white stone chairs of some kind of light décor stone, marble perhaps. A similar table, long and sleek, was in front of them, used by the men to rest their hands upon.

The roles of these men within the Cave were similar to the Vampires Coven's Primus role. The eldest were the leaders; they had founded it and were the oldest members within the Cave itself. Someone could, of course, be chosen to be an elder if one of the original members should die, but Harry didn't know if that had happened before. And like the ruling system in the Coven, the Cave and its elders had a board of advisers. And Narcissus just happened to be one, just like Argus.

"Mr. Narcissus Genialis has informed us that you have elfin blood in your veins and are in fact a hybrid between a vampire and a dark elf now because you happened be attacked by a vampire while you gained your elfin inheritance. Is this true?"

"I have been informed as so, yes. My vampire caretaker, Mr. Argus Validus, who is also my adoptive father and my blood bonded mentor, came up with the theory I'm sure Narcissus told you about."

Harry was there in their meeting room, which was actually a large, well-lit cavern. This didn't surprise Harry too much since all the 'rooms' and areas in the Cave were just more caves, varying in size, but all made the same; rough but smoothly formed stone walls, and a sleek stone floor often covered in a thin layer of sand in the hallways and the main floor city. Fortunately, most of the rooms and areas in the Cave held a comfortable temperature, but Narcissus warned him about chilled nights even now in July. So Harry was kind of glad for the wacko sleeping arrangements. But my bedmates better not be ugly, because I'll scream if I wake up tomorrow besides some ugly ass chick who's drooling all over my arm…

All the rooms in this cave system also had pretty much the same illumination; controlled fires in cut eaves running along the walls. When Harry saw this, he had argued that the constant fires all over the Cave would surely make it warm even in the winter. But Narcissus fed him some bullshit about the fires being a special kind that didn't produce heat. The dark elves had made and used this kind of everlasting fire because it wasn't flammable. Obviously, the fire needed some special liquid to 'live' and produce light. Why they can't put their minds together and make fire that can produce both heat and light while not being flammable is beyond me. They probably like bunking together; they're a bunch of wacko perverted sex-maniacs. Harry refused to acknowledge the small voice in his head that said, 'Just your kind of people!'

This cave was no different, and the flames stood high up against the tall walls, illuminating the cave in a golden light, and casting half of the elders' bodies in shadows. Probably think they're scary as shit dressed in matching robes and shadows. Ha! Amateurs! They have obviously not seen a naked and slimy Voldemort stepping out of a humongous caldron!

Harry gave a shudder as he concentrated again on the seven handsome men before him. Narcissus had brought him here right after he, Thomas, and Harry had finished their dinner. Thomas had gone someplace to meet up with some friends, the same ones he was bunking with, it seemed. Harry had announced his interest in meeting the people who shared the older man's bed, but that would have to wait until tomorrow. The meeting Harry and Narcissus were currently attending was, according to Narcissus, going to last the entire evening and bore them both to death.

The issue of the meeting was simply that the elders of the dark elves wanted to meet with the rumored half-breed. It wasn't everyday they had the pleasure to meet one such as Harry, after all. One of the eldest of the seven stated that Harry was a diplomatic golden leaf between the two species. Him being half n' half brought lots of positive reactions with it. The alliance and truce between vampires and dark elves would only grow stronger with Harry's existence. Especially if the two groups showed each other that they were willing to bring him in and make him one of them even though he was a halfbreed –Harry really hated that one word- and that was what they were discussing right now.

"We're glad you wished to join us here in the Cave. This way we can get to know each other better. We are somewhat like a family, after all, even though you have also been adopted by a vampire family. With your agreement, we wish to find someone who can act as the elfin part of your family. An elfin mentor or guardian, if you like."

"Sure," Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I wouldn't object to that. It would be nice to have someone who could teach me the elfin way of things. Not much is known about dark elves after all, and while my vampire mentor is wise, he will surely not know more than a real elf. But who will this guardian be though, and must we go through some kind of ritual to make the arrangement official?"

One of the robe clad men nodded silently towards the tall figure besides Harry. "It's been agreed that I should be your elfin guardian should you tolerate it. This is because we already know each other and I would like to think we are on friendly terms. I also happen to be one of the most knowledgeable about vampires and often deals with diplomatic issues between the two species. We hope that will make you more comfortable; we don't want you to feel like you must like and respect one group of creatures more than the other," Narcissus informed the hybrid.

"As for how this is done, well, also according to our knowledge and Mr. Genialis' information, the vampires have a blood bond between the turned and the sire. While dark elves don't get turned, we also have a bond between guardians and their youngling. But this is a mental bond, and while it's created between parent and child through birth, it can also be established between two people not of blood with a simple sharing of blood and magic. If you agree to it, we can execute the ritual tomorrow. What do you say, young Harry, is this acceptable?"

"It's cool with me. Narcissus and I are pals, after all, and he's way cooler than my vampire guardian." Because Argus refused me to sleep with any of the Coven's board members' children, what a spoilsport! While Narcissus wants me to sleep with at least ten people at the same time! Harry grinned at them and his soon to be mentor.

"Excellent, now that we've got underway, we can start to discuss what to do with you and your training while you're here. I understood that one of the reasons you came here to us was because you wished to learn better elfin magic control and learn to understand our traditions, custom and culture," the one on the far left (from Harry's perspective) said as he placed his fingertips together, creating a triangle with his hands.

Harry absently nodded his agreement. These guys aren't all that lively are they?

"Your soon to be guardian will, of course, get much of the responsibility, but he can't do everything since he is an active adviser for us and an important member of this Cave. He will teach you all he can about traditions and such in the afternoons, but for your training we have something else in mind. We have a school here in the Cave where younglings like yourself that have newly gained their inheritance can learn to control their new powers. Children that are born within the Cave can go to this school, but they are often taught by their parents. The schooling of each youngling will last as long as the youngling needs it to. The children have a final exam at the end of each school year, and if they don't pass it, they can come back the next year and continue their schooling."

"You will join the class while you're here and school with them from eight until two each day, which includes lunch and a fifteen minute break every other hour. The first two hours are dedicated to fire control, followed by control of earth for the next two hours. Lunch lasts for half an hour, then lessons continue with air and water control until two in the afternoon. We use less time on the light elements because they're not too popular with the dark elves and not looked on as very important since they aren't our elements, in a manner of speaking."

"After that you will join up with Mr. Genialis and learn whatever he has in store for you that day. When and where you'll meet will be up to you two to decide. Does all this seem reasonable to you, Mr. Validus Potter? I know it's a tight schedule, but we just want you to get the most out of your short visit with us. You're soon returning to your last year of school with the wizards, am I right? It is a rare thing, but nonetheless pleasant to hear that you managed to keep your wizard magic even after you had been turned and gone into your inheritance. Most younglings and newly turned lose whatever powers or illnesses were in their blood in the process. But maybe it was because of the rare circumstances you find yourself in. Who knows? Perhaps the two blood types worked as a neutral conductor to each other and let your magic powers be to keep the balance?" The long speech came from the elder to the right of the previous speaker. The guy might have black hair, but then again he might have brown hair; the light wasn't all that good.

Harry raised a delicate eyebrow; which question was he supposed to answer? More importantly, what the bloody hell was the question? Man these guys sure like to talk a lot!

"Eh, well. The schedule is okay. I want to learn as much as possible while I'm here, since I can't get back here to visit for at least another year. Well, I might be able to visit at Christmas if not next summer." Can't really remember what else you wanted me to answer…

"That's alright, young one. You can come visit us any time you want. Ah, yes that reminds me. We here at the Cave have a pin system that shows us which rank the different members of the Cave have. Different pins represent different members. You might have something similar at the Coven."

"Yeah, different members have different color robes they wear when they meet with the Primus or board members, or simply are representing the Coven at official business. I myself have dark green robes because I'm a newly turned vampire."

"You might have noticed Mr. Genialis' pin. As an adviser, he bears a light brown and golden pin formed as a feather with a bow. The feather is on all our pins; they are our race's symbol, just like the light elves uses leaves. Anyway, we the elders would like you to have a pin that clearly states that we are proud to have you as a member of our community. Now, come here so we can give you your pin." The elderly guy in the middle of the row beckoned Harry forward with his hand.

Harry looked quickly from Narcissus to the elf who was beckoning to him before he moved towards the stone table. The oldest looking of the elders stood up and fastened a beautifully crafted silver feather pin with golden veins and a blue border. Harry stepped back and glanced from the pin to the man who gave it to him with a grateful smile. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The elder answered back. "The silver is for your stature as a new member, a youngling. The blue border is because you are in the middle of your training, and the golden veins are something special. The gold represents your importance for the Cave's power and ruling. We have already told you how important we think you are for the continued alliance between the two races you are part of."

"Later on, the pin's color will change; it may even change shape in some years. But until then, please wear your pin with pride. We have the same rules you told us the vampires had: wear it when you meet with us or any official Cave members, and also when you are representing the Cave at official business. We also wish for you to wear it when you are wearing your Coven robes. Or better yet, why don't you just pin it on your Coven robes and wear them together? That would be even better for the alliance."

Harry nodded his agreement and walked back to stand beside Narcissus once again.

"Well, I think that was the last of it. We would like to have a short chat with you before you leave us to see how things went, but for now, I think we have discussed all the really important questions. May you both have a pleasant day. Mr. Validus Potter, Mr. Genialis, you're dismissed." The guy at the far right spoke for the first time that evening, and dismissed them.

Harry had never been so grateful for a dismissal before as he was then. He and Narcissus left the meeting room without saying a word and continued along the barely lit corridor and out until they reach the main floors of the city.

"Thank Hades that is over and done with! They were really trying to bore me to death, weren't they, to test my powers and survival instincts?" Harry moaned as he slumped against the nearest wall. He didn't know how long the meeting had actually lasted, but it felt like he had been down there for hours on end. He looked over at Narcissus when he heard him humming to himself.

"I just think they're lonely, and that they like to hold long meetings so that they can have someone to speak to. It's considered rude to speak to an elder outside the meeting room, so they don't have many friends other than themselves and their families. Anyhow, let's get you to bed. You look like death warmed over…which I suppose you are, Mister Bloodsucker, hehehe."

"Nice comeback you got there, old man, you're really witty you know that, a real top-class comedian!" Harry half-heartedly sneered at him as he was picked up and half dragged up one floor and towards his new 'apartment'. I'll get you back when I'm not so goddamned tired...funny guy…!

Harry's provisional apartment, the Cave

As it was, Narcissus had just dumped him in on top of the large ten-man bed and stripped him down to his dark red and black tight-fitting boxers. Harry hadn't had the chance to argue with him, seeing as he had fallen asleep even before he landed on the bed. So there he was, nearly naked, spread out like a cross in the middle of a huge bed, on top of the sheets, in a badly lit cave, knocked out by boredom and being watched by six unacquainted young dark elves; two girls and four boys, all of them dark-haired and pale. All of them beautiful and naked, and all of them ready for bed.

"So this is the hybrid guest Mr. Genialis told us about," one of the boys said, pulling his dark brown hair behind his ear as he looked at his new bedmate.

"He's not a guest anymore," one of the girls corrected him, showing them Harry's pin that was still on the shirt that Narcissus had folded and placed in a corner. Each of them had their personal belongings in varied places in the room, all on the floor, as there was no furniture in the cave besides the big bed.

"He's gorgeous!" a boy with dark blood-red hair and black eyes stated as walked over to the bed.

"Yeah, he sure is." The second girl stated as she, too, walked over to the bed. Soon, every one of them were gathered around it, staring down at Harry. They had known each other for years. He was new, he was exciting, he was a hybrid, half-elf like them.

A young man with the blackest of hair placed his palm against the hybrid's neck and their newest member leaned into the touch. The boy who seemed to be the eldest of them smiled at his actions.

"It seems he's a bit cold, lying on top of the sheets and all. Let us not keep him that way. Everybody jump in; we should show our newest member some real elfin hospitality," he said with a grin as he looked at all of his friends and saw their fascination with the boy on the bed.

One strong looking brown haired young man with equally brown eyes carefully picked Harry up, bridal style, and placed him down again in the middle of the bed once the rest of his friends had removed the sheets. When the hybrid was in place, they all followed after and wriggled and tangled themselves with each other and Harry where he lay sleeping peacefully in the middle of all the warm and smooth bodies of six drop-dead gorgeous dark elves.

"Sweet dreams, sleeping beauty," one of them whispered as each of them reached for one of the newbie's limbs and hung on to it, kissing or stroking it to their pleasure. They were all very pleased with their newest addition.

TBC

(1) Remember that dark elves don't like sugar, so no more chocolate for Harry…I kind of regret that now, chocolate feeding would fit perfectly in there..

(2) 'Hn' is the sound of a very dignified grunt.

Well I like to say I'm sorry for the super late update, but I don't really think you care about how sorry I am….

Anyhow, I'm not dead yet…found some time this Easter and wrote a new chapter for you all, and it's quite long too.

For those who want me to skip Harry over to Hogwarts right away…I can't do that, it will ruin the plot and make the story rushed. But the good news is that he will soon go there anyway. The holidays are nearly over, he just has to be at the cave for another chapter and then he will leave for Hogwarts and when he's there I can promise lots of action. Remember that might have some werewolf staff hanging around in that dreadful castle and some wannabe vampires…hehehe.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'm looking forward to hear for you yet again. Tell me what's on your mind, it's alright, ask me anything, I might give you just the answer you wanted!

I was wondering if I should give Harry some good friends amongst the dark elves, what do you think. None, one or many, any sex counts, but I think they should be around his age. Oh and also, would you like me to make Harry's bedmates one of the characters? Not main, but definitely there in the plot? Please give me your opinion on this.

Until later,

Cheers!